“I can’t wait to hear it,” he deadpanned.
“It worked! Ha! Not in the way I wanted it to, but it worked. And that’s why you’re having all the bad luck.”
Lucas stared at me for the longest time before he asked, “You think you really put a spell on me, and that’s why I’ve had the string of bad luck?”
“Yes. It started the day after I put the spell on you. The nurse told me you almost slipped in the shower today, and you were standing still.”
“That was just because the floor was slippery, Hollie. And the car accident was because some jackass was speeding through the parking lot.”
“And the cut to your hand? The coffee? The stubbed toe?” I paused. “Wait, why were you in the shower? You were only in the hospital for a few hours.”
“The IV bag they had burst and got all over me.”
“What? How does an IV bag burst? Oh…right. Bad luck!” I stated.
He laughed, then quickly stopped. “You can’t be serious right now.”
“I’m dead serious, Lucas! And we need to do another spell to remove the bad spell.”
Closing his eyes, I couldn’t tell if he was struggling to keep from laughing or about to run away from me in total fear. When he opened his eyes, I sucked in a breath. It looked like fire danced in his eyes.
“If you didn’t mean to put a bad spell on me, what were you trying to do?”
I swallowed hard. “Nothing.”
“Nothing?” he asked, the corners of his mouth twitching with a hidden smile. “It had to be something, Hollie. Tell me what the spell was.”
“It doesn’t matter, Lucas,” I said as I stood. “What matters is that we do this spell. It’s either that or you take a bath and use this special soap.”
“Is that what was in the basket you brought with you?” he asked.
“Yes, and some things for the reversal spell.”
Lucas slowly moved to get out of the chair. “Hollie, are you feeling okay?”
“Lucas, I’m being serious! Why are you not taking this seriously?”
He went to stand, but something happened, and he started to lose his balance and was about to fall when I rushed over to help him steady himself.
“See? You were about to fall!”
“I lost my balance, for fuck’s sake, Hollie.”
Moving out of my hold, he turned and walked over to his bar cart. He took a whiskey glass and put it on the cart and went to open a bottle of whiskey. I watched as he poured a healthy glass, then downed it. He set the glass down and then turned to face me.
“Do you want a glass?”
I shook my head. I needed to keep a clear mind. I couldn’t do that if I got drunk again, and that would only take a few glasses of whiskey.
“It’s just a simple little spell, and it won’t take more than five, ten minutes at the max.”
He studied me for a moment, then smirked. “What if I want to take a bath with your magick soap?”
I frantically shook my head. “No, we can’t do that one.”
“Why not? Seems easy enough.”
I worked my lips together in a nervous manner before I said, “I have to be the one to bathe you with the soap since I cast the spell.”